Cats and Christmas Trees Contest
Cats and Christmas Trees Contest
Sponsor: Mary Oliver Rotman
I remember back in 1986,
I was only six years old.
I've heard so many versions,
But the truth must be told.
My lil' kitty Daisy,
Was literally crazy,
Sometimes a lil' lazy,
Never ceases to amaze me.
We had a real Christmas tree,
Not an artificial green pine,
The needles so pricky,
Could send chills up her spine.
She sat and starred,
At this one small ornament,
I made it for my grammy,
Almost caused an argument.
I continued watching her,
Began at the skirt of the tree,
Fighting for a spot,
Next to our puppy Mugsy
Hot on her heals,
She takes off quickly,
Bouncing off Papa's lamp,
Cat the brat looks at me.
Daisy sure was curious,
With a side of smitten,
I've never seen so much,
Confidence in a tiny kitten.
There she finally went,
Up and up that woody plant,
Roughly clambers it,
Her paws start to expand.
Knocking pine needles off,
Chewing on the tinsel,
Mommy tried everything,
Wouldn't come when she whistled.
Cats seem to be hard-wired,
Ancestors ruining tree's,
Complete feline fascination,
Out on a tangent spree.
I need to go get rosemary,
A safe cat repellent,
If I hurry very fast,
It may be a good deterrent.
As she decides to decline,
The look of fear on her face,
Too scared to climb down,
Thinking it's not very safe.
But who was there to help?
I was only six years old,
I'd do absolutely anything,
And that's how the story is told.
After everything is over,
I read a wise phrase quack,
"You can take the cat out of the jungle,
But you can't take the jungle out of the cat."
Written: November 17, 2015
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2015
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